There wouldn’t need to be any reminders of LongNight – not with all the lacerations and bruises they both shared. But his eyes were keen, staring at the staggered remnants of the past as they flickered in and out of motion. “At least these ones are not attacking,” he offered with another squeeze to her shoulder, tucking her further into his side. Instead, they seemed to be delicate and omniscient, floating past in different worlds and veils, barely seeing them or one another at all. It wasn’t to erase the quandaries they’d experienced – but perhaps to alleviate some of the tension, the trepidation, the aches and pains of trial after trial.
Rather than become diminished into those melancholic aspects, he remained stoic and stalwart, shaking his head and chuckling as she described her day. “What sort of gift?” The Sword was always the practical sort, but Fox seemed to be too.
Then she unfurled away, and he was left to adjust the bag on his shoulder and regale with more information, adapting to a boyish tilt of his head. “She is doing well.” And if there was more to share embedded in there, he hid it behind a very careful and juvenile smile, information tucked away for later. “Since Ru moved to King’s End, Evie has taken on the Academy too.” Which meant they were continuing to be careful and considerate of how much they were balancing – he couldn’t argue or say much, between Warden, General, and guildmaster duties. “How is Fox?”
Rather than become diminished into those melancholic aspects, he remained stoic and stalwart, shaking his head and chuckling as she described her day. “What sort of gift?” The Sword was always the practical sort, but Fox seemed to be too.
Then she unfurled away, and he was left to adjust the bag on his shoulder and regale with more information, adapting to a boyish tilt of his head. “She is doing well.” And if there was more to share embedded in there, he hid it behind a very careful and juvenile smile, information tucked away for later. “Since Ru moved to King’s End, Evie has taken on the Academy too.” Which meant they were continuing to be careful and considerate of how much they were balancing – he couldn’t argue or say much, between Warden, General, and guildmaster duties. “How is Fox?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
